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What I dare not speak in real life.

Month: May 2016

How hard you are to ignore, let go
A taste that lingers; soursop tinted tip of tongue
A place, golden palace in the brain
Warm afterglow with the visual image
Bright faces of familiars look younger every day
I picture laugh and teeth mutely spreading
Good past washes me
Cleanse my scourge
Rotted roots come bleached anew
Social graces in cold tea rooms
Rooted to the floor of dwelling basement dwells
Shock to move but yearn to run
Escape from so be bore
Run to hope and illusions
Crystal mirror shiny shine the temptation
Pulls of abyss
Drag me clicking and screaming into night rare dreamweaves circling horned crowns of own doings and beings. Martyr complexities and victim mentality, abnormality fatality scrape my knees when pleading please. Mortals be fighting, my breath slips and tightens, I chop at exhales to gather when waiting.